Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-06-24
Echoes Of the Tennessee Cam
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From The IndianapoIis Journal

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From the Indianapolis journal.
'The late Tennessee G,abernatorial
campaign was q family affair through.
out and a roaring farce withal," said
a southern senator recently. ''The
democrats nominated Bob Taylor.
Then the republicans determined to
match that with another, and from
the same family, and therefore, they
pitched on Ali Taylor as their nominee.
ALI and Bob stumped and tddled the
state together. When they got into
the mountain counties OF East Ten
nessee. ALI felt that he had the bulge
on Bob there, for those counties are
nearly all strongly Republican, and
he sailed in TO just lay Robert out on
the cooling board. In order to cap
ture the: mountaineers the more
effectually, he resorted to the native
lingo, and the way he thus waded in
to the affections OF his hilltop audi
tors was just surprising. Nothing
daunted, Robert followed suit, and
essayed to 60 one more than All had
put up. TO do that he announced in
all his East Tennessee speeches that
if any of you burned galoots find a
big bellied iud out thar in the dog
kennel, with a corncob stopper in 1t,
list wade in and take yer everlasting
fill Of the true sperrit OF Jacksonian
crowd. The speakers stand became
q silent waste within five minutes,
and everybody took to thedog kennel.
Now, ALI is known to be Il very sly
young man, while Bob is OF q more
frank and open nature. Ali had kept
his eye on brother Bob, and when he
saw him breaking for the kennel and
taller weeds and bushes he knew that
some sort OF a game to win the hearts
of the mountaineers was afoot. So
he slipped around on Roberts flank
and was rewarded by first seeing him
take a laundering big swig out Of a,
corpulent Jug, and then tuck 1t deity
away among the reeds He at once
slipped away and hired darkey who
lived near to run home and bring him
jug about as big as Bob's. He first
emptitd the contents Of Bob's into
his own jug, and then filled Bob's
plumb full of buttermik. After tax
ing hearty swig. he, too, slipped
away, carry ing Bob's whiskey with
him. The first man who found Bob's
jug, after his generous invitation, was
a big, SIX foot, raw and gaunt mount
aineer. He pulled out the cob with
a. 'whoop,' turned the jug almost bot
tom up, and let about a pint OF the
acidulous contents tumble down his
throat. His look was one Of calm
peacefulness while elevating the jug,
which was soon followed by an ex
preston Of intense surprise and huge
disgust. followed by an aspect oftlam-
dropped the jug as if it was red hot,
jumped about five feet into the air,
and yelled out: bod burn his onery
hide! Jest let me clap my later dig
gers onto him. and off he started for
the stand. The next one to sample
Bob's whiskey tainted, and soon the
excitement spread all through the
crowd
"Soon Bob arose to make the clos
ing speech, but was received with yells
and execrations, in which Butter
milk!' THE fraud!' and 'Hooray for
ALT Taylor' took the leading parts.
Bob looked things unutterable at AIf,
who met his gaze with ~ face nlantled
over with an expression Of happy IN
nocence. Then Bob tried to pacify
his former friends, but 1t was no 90.
A few OF the old iron.clad ccnfederates
still stuck to him, but the other half
voted straight out for Ali. and don't
care a dod-ding who knows it, as one
OF them expressed it. And now the
democracy OF East Tennessee are di-
| vlded into two warning factions known
| as 'Buttecmilkers and Antl-Butter-
milkers.''